Speak UpOne rotten apple spoils the bunchHate on both sides leading to bloody hunchBombing and shooting, killing on anotherNo thought of peace, just at war with one anotherPaying for mistakes that other people makeKilling people simply for their own god's sakeWomen with children losing their husbands to warAnd the only thing we do is beg and plead for moreFeeding into bloodlust served hot with a gunIf you don't have the same god, we'll just kill you for funBurning bridges with napalm heart fireKilling non-Christians is our desireOur king is a mighty crooked oneHiding things, then on the runBreaking down his people to bones and dustWatching money burn and coins turn to rustChildren cannot learn from budget cutsTheir heads remain as empty cupsTaxing people too poor to payBuying things with plastic, there is no other wayIn debt from birth into the worldAt adulthood life begins to unfurlSucking the system for drugs and boozePutting us more in debt, they have nothi
BridgesLondon bridge is falling downWhile mine is burning to the groundWatch as ashes fall down silentAs flames rise up so violentThe skies turn black with smoke so thickCannot breathe it makes me sickI watch in horror as my bridges collapseI am wiped clean off the mapsI kick the cinders of my lovely messAnd see that I must now confessI set fire to my own bridgeAnd there is no fixing this self-inflicted carnage
Free Heart "What do you have there?" She asked the man on the floor. He looked back and said, "I have nothing, go away." He clutched the object to his chest tighter, trying to hide whatever it was he had from her. "You are a liar, let me see!" She stomped up to him, and crossed her arms, "Let me see what you have." "No!" He shouted, "You are not to see what I have, you are of no use! You can't help me anyway!" She stood there silent for a moment, before she said gently, "Please can I see you?" He was silent, thinking over her question. Much better than her shouting and demanding. He made up his mind, "Okay..." He stood up slowly, his back still to her. He was reluctant. He didn't want her making a big deal out of what he had. She always blws things out of proportions... "Can you turn around?" She asked him. Very slowly, he turned around to face her. His chest had a g
Simple GesturesLonely wolf, bleeding and wounded on the snowy groundHe snarles as a woman comes aroundIgnoring his warning, she bends down in the white snow stained maroonShe tears off her sleeves and begins to dress his woundsHe lets his guard down, he knows he needs helpHe reverts back to the time when he was just a young whelpEven though he can tear her limb from limb with his mighty jawsAnd he can break her to pieces with his razor clawsShe seems unafraid by this creature belonging to the moonBut she must get him back on all four paws soonShe works with determination and quick deft handsAnd is slightly surprized that this is something wolf can with standShe finishes her job, and gives a pat on his headWolf stands up with effort, and lightly licks her on the face, greatful he isn't deadShe gives a smile, and gestures for him to goHe looks back one last time as he runs away,knowing he is able to come back to the girl in the snow.